Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Latvia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kerrie Biddell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Qualms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
Quadrant,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley,
The Vogues,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q65,
Sex Pistols,
The Mummies,
Marmalade,
Sarah Menescal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
Freddie Wadling,
The Residents,
Jacques Brel,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Near,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
Chrome,
John Lydon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
The Fugs,
Sam Rivers,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.